Mendicant

I am but a crumb
at the base of a mountain
of my wife's freshly baked granola

Praise? You want praise?
I prostrate myself –
one small oat

Before the redolent brown sugar valleys,
the winding coconut paths,
the orange juice infused groves

Yogurt glacier peaks tower –
spoon, oh spoon,
take me to new heights!

I carry my alms bowl
before me, without shame,
a beggar.

Miz Quickly